You Made It To 100

Write a letter to your 100-year-old self.

Self, and I know I’m talking to myself because I’m in the room with me, Self I suspected you die of old age. 100 is quite the milestone. I’m more than halfway there already. But things are falling apart already. I suspect you’ve thoroughly used everything up. I suppose I’ll have to wait to see if you or is it I have more children. Same with the art career. Sorry I wasn’t able to get more traction with markezuma. I hope that eventually works out too. Anyway good for you. You’ve only got a few more years to prove that you’re no fool. I hope you still get that joke at 103. Stay awesome as long as you can.